As we get ready to enter
Holy Week, I am reprinting a poem that I wrote many years ago. It isn’t great
poetry, but it responds to the uncertainty I was going through at the time and
that we all experience now and then.

Gethsemane

I often wonder if God understands

When I feel deserted and all
alone;

Then I remember three sleeping men

As Jesus knelt on the garden’s
stone.

Or does God understand my anguish

When from life’s cares I want
relief?

“Let this cup pass” were my
Savior’s words

As He voiced His anguish and His
grief.

Sometimes it’s hard to follow
God’s will

When He asks for a sacrifice from
me;

Yet Christ was giving so much more

When He followed God’s will to
Calvary.

Whenever I wonder if God
understands,

I remember Christ’s love for me;

How, because of that love, He has
felt what I feel,

As He had His own Gethsemane.

As Hebrews 5:17-18 says, “For
we do not have a high priest [Jesus] who is unable to sympathize with our
weaknesses, but we have one who has been tempted in every way, just as we are—yet
was without sin. Let us then approach the throne of grace with confidence, so
that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need.” (NIV)